11Mercenary Anna- Princess Elsa
Welcome to my new story! Here I'll put a bunch of one-shots all based on different AU's, each with different ships or none at all. Anyone is welcome to comment an idea for an AU, and I will try my best to write it out if I'm able.
Now, this one is an AU in which Elsa is still the princess of Arendelle, but since she's younger, she isn't the queen just yet. Also, Anna is a mercenary sent by the king of the Southern Isles on a mission to assassinate Princess Elsa for reasons unknown to her. All she knows is that she is being paid a hefty amount of money, which she is in desperate need of.
Without further ado, let's get on with the story!
Hope you enjoy!
Leather-bound hands clutched at the edges of the parchment, scanning the instructions written upon its surface once more, almost in disbelief.
"A Princess? What did she do wrong exactly?" The woman muttered under her breath, which had begun to fog in the chill of the winter air, and stuffed it in her pant's pocket. "Eh, not my problem. I got what I came for." She fingered a small pouch attached to her belt, lips turning upwards in a smirk at the thought of all the things she could buy with the coins within.
Twin copper braids dangled as she skillfully maneuvered through the forest, one hand against the worn surface of her bow, which lay on her back, and the other pushing back branches and leaves with a silver pocket knife. Teal eyes scanned the thicket she was currently in, a deep hum escaping her scarlet lips and adding a puff of smoke into the air.
Her head swiveled to the right at the sound of leaves crunching, watching with bated breath as someone ran through the forest and halted to sit upon a rock about 10 feet away from where she stood. Carefully, the hunter removed her bow from its place on her back and nocked an arrow.
"Oh, what have I done?" A feminine voice echoed through the forest, accompanied by soft sobs and the light cracking of...ice?
Frost traced patterns over the trees surrounding the figure, layers building the more she cried. The mercenary paused to observe her, noticing her tattered navy gown and disheveled platinum blonde hair, cascading down her back in tangled curls. A set of gloves adorned her hands, which were clasped over the center of her chest. She was hunched over with her head bowed, a set of pale bangs shielding her eyes. She looked to be around the same age, judging by her youthful features.
The arrow began to tremble slightly in her grip as the ice spread through the trees at rapid speed. "Who goes there?!" She cried, aiming for the woman's head as she turned to her, horror plastered on her pallaid face. The hunter noted idly the jagged cut going across her left cheek, dark droplets staining the once pristine white of the woman's skin-tight blouse.
The strange girl scrambled off of the rock, yelping in pain as her leg gave out under her, sending her to her knees with arms raised defensively. It was then the hunter saw the large gash on the woman's ankle, blood staining the small amount of snow surrounding them a deep shade of crimson.
"P-Please, don't come any closer!" She cried, attempting to stand but failing miserably as the wound on her ankle throbbed. "I...I'm dangerous!" Gloved hands curled into claws, and the mercenary was stunned by the amount of frost suddenly pouring out from them in a steady stream, aiming straight for her. She turned to the side to dodge the blast, lips curling in a snarl as she prepared to loose her arrow.
Only, when she turned back to the mysterious sorceress, she was shocked by the look of terror on her face. The woman was muttering something akin to an apology, but her lips were trembling so much she could barely make out the words.
"Give me one reason I shouldn't shoot you right now." The mercenary threatened, brows lowered as her gaze bore through the woman still kneeling before her.
There was a pause before the girl met her eyes, hands balled into fists at her sides as she straightened her posture. "I...I am Princess Elsa of Arendelle."
Teal eyes widened significantly, arms lowering the bow to her side as she hardened her features, trying desperately to reign in her emotions. "You're the princess? You're...not what I thought you'd be." It did make sense, however...the fine clothes, seemingly flawless skin, and rigid posture.
Confusion clouded the princess's eyes as she slowly lowered her arms, before grunting in pain and clutching her injury. "Ugh…that was stupid of me to go running in the forest." She muttered to herself, grimacing as more crimson stained the snow beneath.
What are you doing? Just kill her already! "Here, let me help." Seriously? Just think of all that money!
The blonde shot her head up in surprise as the mercenary came closer and placed her bow on the ground beside them. "No!" She cried, trying her hardest to crawl away from her, still gloved hands hugging her midsection. "I-It's not safe…"
"Oh please, I've seen my fair share of magic over the years. Although, I have to say I've never seen someone with a control over ice." The woman began wrapping a strip of cloth she pulled from her pocket around the princess's ankle and tying it in the back. Next, she brushed aside a strand of platinum hair from her cheek and began cleaning the large cut there using some water from a canteen and a clump of the same cloth.
Temporarily ignoring the other woman's comment, Elsa hissed at the contact, shoulders tensing as the pain of her other injury set in. "Ouch...I-I had no idea that was even there."
There was a soft chuckle. "Don't worry, it wasn't deep enough to need stitches. Although, it might leave a scar."
The princess winced, a small smile tugging at the edges of her lips. "That was a dumb idea, wasn't it?" She shook her head, sighing in both amusement and embarrassment. "Thank you for helping me, by the way."
An unidentifiable emotion passed through the woman's eyes, but quickly faded as deep, aquamarine met icy blue orbs. "Don't mention it, Princess." Hm...maybe she's not so bad after all.
"So, I never quite caught your name…"
Scarlet lips turned to form a genuine smile, leather-covered hands brushing aside a set of copper bangs. "Anna."
